Polly

Writings and Witterings

They Yawn and Spit

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Linked to today’s dVerse Poets Open Link Night with host Joe Hesch.

The gods are yawning
and not covering their mouths,
making a misty morning,
with summer clouds,
the harbinger of a hot
and heavy day.
Bizarre silhouettes
of fulsome trees
in white, moist fog,
reach for sunlight
to burn off
their dawn cloak.

Over the hill
the sky is brighter,
mist lifts, fields are lighter,
yet the heaviness
sultry, close, keeps
the summer haze,
until evening thunder
claps and dispels
in the cry
of torrential rain.
The gods spit
their tormented wrath.

Polly Stretton © 2013

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43 thoughts on “They Yawn and Spit

  1. What a wonderful description of rain. Loved it!

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  2. I like the descriptions in here–our weather a result of their poor manners 😉

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  3. Polly, you are a magician with the imagery! All the way over here I can here those gods saying, “take that…”. 🙂

    We are fortunate to have much kinder gods here. At least for now. We know, come January, things will be much different.

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  4. heh-heh … yes, they’re rude, these gods ~ glad you appreciated the imagery ~ we are in the throes of unpredictable weather once more but then, we did have weeks of sunshine …

    January will be much different for us too! 🙂

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  5. the gods…. never boring.

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  6. Wonderful! Living near you, I think I know the storm that inspired this, however… this superb poem has a mystical feel to it; deliciously dark and demanding an audience. Loved this, Polly, thanks for sharing 🙂

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  7. Morning mist made by gods not covering their yawns… that first stanza was a roaring start, Polly! Filled with a kind of mythological feeling. Brill! Amy

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  8. now i finally know where the mist comes from…so good…ha…love it..

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  9. Sounds like a hard rain is gonna fall 😉 [I hear Dylan somewhere…]. Lovely images, such as: “silhouettes / of fulsome trees in / white, moist density.” Meditative feel to the write.

    as I sleep
    in a half-mist world
    I wake
    to the sounds
    of God’s tears

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  10. Such wonderful imagery.

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  11. Many thanks, skyraftwanderer 🙂

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  12. kinda glad they didnt decide to throw rocks…i could do without the hail…ha…pretty cool thought on that being where the mist comes from though….

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  13. Really lovely descriptions Polly, the sunlight to burn off their dawn coat…is brilliant…those gods though could use some manners!! 😉

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  14. Some days can be bitter. Hoping the chosen ones get to have peace of mind. Nicely Polly!

    Hank

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  15. Ahh, I love this Polly…

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  16. What a wonderful description! I thoroughly enjoyed this!

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  17. Great descriptions, Polly! And I LOVE the title 🙂

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  18. Love the thought of the gods yawning without covering their mouths and considering that it has rained at least once per day here since the beginning of July, I feel their wrath. I wish I knew a way to appease them. Well written.

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  19. I’ve been slow on this one Polly – but glad I’ve caught up! The title just draws you in – the idea of the “gods” being a bit vulgar is genius.

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  20. I love your opening lines – genius!

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